Master
It was the end of a long Friday at the end of term. I had been teaching a sixth year lesson and was anxious to get back to my quarters so that I would be able to relax. As my students rushed past me at the sound of the bell, one of them was idiotic enough to knock a glass bottle from my desk and run off before I could see who it was. Cursing the boy as the last of my students filed out, I looked around for my wand. Seeing it lying on a table at the back of the room I went to fetch it, only to turn and see a small, dark haired boy sweeping the last of the glass into his hands and throwing it into a bin. He then proceeded to wipe the mess up with a cloth he carried in his pocket, which he also disposed of.
"Potter!? What do you think you are doing?"
"Clearing up your potion, sir." To my surprise he had stepped back against the wall and was looking at the floor, meekly.
"Whatever for? You must be mad Potter."
"Yes sir."
"Are you mad?"
"No sir…but I could be if you wish it."
"What is wrong with you Potter?"
"Nothing sir, you're very kind." Frowning, I took two steps up to him and lifted his chin to regard his face for sarcasm. He looked solemnly up at me, though not into my eyes.
"Look into my eyes," I demanded. He complied instantly and held the same expression in place.
"Why are you suddenly doing my bidding, boy?"
"I wish to please you."
"Why do you wish to please me? What triggered it?" He looked confused for a second, then,
"I'm sorry, I don't know sir. I just…I want to please you, that's all. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes. Bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow," I muttered sarcastically and let go of the boy's chin. He stood silent and still where he stood. "Well I'm going now so you might as well get out. I'm going back to my rooms."
"Would you like me to accompany you or shall I leave now?"
"What use could I have for you?"
"I can cook meals, do chores, massage, endorse sexual pleasures, fight, or anything else which might heighten your personal comfort." I snorted. Endorse sexual pleasures? Where had that come from?
"You wouldn't last a day in my service, Potter." He turned to leave, "…But you may try. Come with me."
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Stepping into my rooms a few minutes later however, I felt decidedly uncomfortable. Harry stood meekly and quietly by the door while I put down my things, pulled off my cloak and lay back in a chair. My back was aching and stiff.
"Potter!"
"Yes sir?" He was at my side instantly.
"Did you say you could massage?"
"Yes sir."
"Massage my back."
"Certainly sir," he replied, "would you like to lie down on the couch?" Surprised, I got up and lay on my front on the couch. It felt good to be lying flat. I heard him come over to me and next second his small hands were working my back. I moaned with the pleasure of it, despite myself. He was wonderful. Everywhere his hands touched, my back untwisted and relaxed. When my whole back felt supple and flexible, he stepped back of his own accord. Groaning slightly I rolled over and sat up. He looked a little embarrassed.
"What is it, Potter?"
"Nothing sir," he blushed, "it was just…the sounds you made…I mean…it makes me feel good to give you pleasure." My eyes dropped to his groin and he blushed deeper and stepped back. "I apologise sir."
"Sorry doesn't cover it Potter. You disgust me. Get out of my rooms."
"Yes sir." He bowed slightly and left. I lay back on the couch, enjoying the new sensations in my back and half wishing I had not sent him away.
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I woke the next morning to a delicious smell. I opened my eyes and sat up. Somebody next door was cooking pancakes. Sitting up and pulling on my dressing gown, I went over to my bedroom door and opened it. Harry was fully dressed and his hair was wet from showering. A large stack of delicious looking pancakes were stacked on a plate next to him and he was cooking the last four in a big pan. I leaned against the doorway and watched him as he flipped them and then added them to the stack next to him. He then proceeded to butter each one industriously before pouring maple syrup over the whole lot. It was my favourite type of breakfast ever. He hummed slightly as he worked. He made some coffee and poured a glass of orange juice before piling the whole lot onto a tray. He picked it up and made to walk towards my room. At that moment he caught sight of me and smiled.
"What are you doing in my rooms again Potter?"
"I…I made you breakfast sir."
"Mm I can smell it. How did you get in? My rooms have a password." He shrugged.
"I don't know. I just asked the portrait to open. And it did."
"I see. And how did you know what my favourite breakfast is?" Again he looked confused, and then shrugged.
"I don't know. I'm sorry sir. Would you like to come and have your meal now? I can go if you wish or stay and offer you more services." As he said all this he was washing the last of the dishes and clearing them away.
"You can stay Potter. What have you eaten today?"
"I haven't eaten anything since yesterday at lunch sir, before I came here."
"Then go and get yourself an apple from the fruit bowl and a glass of water and come and eat it with me." He smiled.
"Thank you sir." It was impossible not to smile back at him. I took a sip from the coffee. It was hot and quite strong. Delicious. I then turned my attention to the steaming pile of pancakes. As we ate I asked him many more questions. I wanted to know what had happened to him to make him so submissive, and also wanted to find out how he knew so much about me and how he was able to enter my rooms at will. Most of these questions he found impossible to answer however so, leaving Harry to wash up the dishes, I set off to the headmaster's office.
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The headmaster regarded me carefully over his half-moon glasses as I finished my story. I had told him everything that had happened-other than the massage and Harry's offers of sexual pleasure.
"Have you done anything that might have affected the boy recently?"
"Nothing at all. I've always treated him the same way, the way I treat all my students and he has always been insolent and argumentative. Until now."
"Well. Then surely this is an improvement?" I was lost for words.
"You think this is healthy then?"
"Well…if Harry seems to be happy serving you and you have no objection then I don't see why it should not happen. You know this school employs many house elves. They are all free to leave whenever they wish, or to be paid. Bring Harry to me and I will question him, but if I can find no problems for him, then I see no reason why it should not continue. I will arrange for the boy to have a bedroom in your quarters."
"What?! Why?"
"You try and suggest to him he leaves you alone, see how he takes it. You can always send him to his room if you don't want him around you."
"…Very well headmaster. I'll send him to you."
"Very good. Thank you for coming to see me, Severus."
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The headmaster and Harry returned to my rooms about half an hour after Harry left to install a new room in my quarters. The headmaster gave a casual flick of his wand and a door appeared in the wall. He opened it and inside was a cosy little room with a small bed and closet. Harry murmured his thanks.
"Just one more thing…" Albus have his wand one more flick and a long stream of clothes and toiletries came flying in from the window and packed themselves in Harry's closet. "There you are, Harry. You now have access to everything here. Severus can set you rules should he wish it."
"Thank you sir," said Harry, smiling up into Dumbledore's face. I noticed he would look at anybody but me, unless I asked him to.
"Well that will be all. Treat him well, Severus." He patted the boy's arm and left with a smile.
"Thank you for allowing me to stay with you sir."
"Stop licking my shoes, Potter. I'm going to have a bath now."
"Yes sir." I turned and headed towards the bathroom, but heard the light patter of feet behind me.
"What is it now, Potter?"
"I am coming to assist you sir."
"I can bathe on my own."
"If you wish, sir." I considered. I hated it that Potter was good at pleasing me, but he was and I did want him there to wash and rub my shoulders. I instead left the decision to him.
"You can come if you want." He followed me willingly into the bathroom, closed the door and went over to run the bath water. "Add some bubble bath," I added. I wanted at least a little modesty. He stood next to the bath, not looking at me. I undressed, but wrapped a towel around my waist before removing my boxers.
"Would you prefer if I got undressed also, sir?"
"Take of your shirt. You may not otherwise be able to wash me. But otherwise no, don't. He hastened to obey, before turning his attention back to the bath. He tested the temperature with his hand, and then adjusted the taps. I eyed him as he worked. He was very attractive naked. I tried not to think about it, but I stared, despite myself. Christ. I'd never known anything to look as good as he did now. He was slim and his young smooth brown skin was stretched over tight muscles and bones without a blemish anywhere. My eyes flicked to his glossy black hair falling over his bare neck and I shivered. His voice interrupted me.
"Is there something you wanted, sir?"
"No, Potter."
"Your bath is ready." I stood up and, removing the towel, slipped into the wonderfully warm water. It was very hot and steamy, but not so hot that it burned my skin. I dipped my head under the bubbly water, then sat up and lay back. Harry came round behind me, squeezed some shampoo onto his hands and massaged it into my hair. I groaned aloud. It was bliss. Then, remembering my effect on him yesterday, I attempted to quieten myself. It was hard. His magical hands sent a wonderful wave of relaxation through my body and made me tingle with pleasure. I closed my eyes and dipped my head back under the water, where Harry rinsed my hair clean. He then rubbed conditioner through my hair and combed it through before washing that off too.
I was lovely lying there and feeling totally at ease, being cleaned and not having to do anything but lie back, close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. However, then Harry reached for soap. He rubbed it onto his hands, and then ran them over my shoulders and neck. It felt great. His hands were wet and slippery over my rough skin. I sat up and let him wash my chest and stomach and then my back. He ran his hands over me, massaging me slightly, but when he had finished he stepped back, looking a little embarrassed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He really did have a lovely body.
"What is it, Potter?"
"I'm sorry to inconvenience you sir, but…do you think you could stand up so I can wash the rest of you?" Too late I realised I was becoming excited looking at him and looked down to check that the bubbles were still thick and covering all of me.
"No Potter, I can do the rest on my own. Please go and make yourself a nice sandwich and eat it in your room. You can read or entertain yourself until I have finished my bath and dressed in my room. I require no assistance dressing."
"Yes sir." He turned and left, his chest and back slightly wet from spilt water. When I sure he had completely gone I leant back in the water and groaned. It was an odd sensation; becoming excited over somebody I did not like. I jerked off into the loo before getting back into the bath and washing the rest of myself. Damn that boy.